I was pleasantly surprised last weekend to find one of my favorite places to photograph in a color that I had never seen there before. It had been quite a long time since I had taken the first two shots, so I couldn’t exactly remember how they had been setup.
About Ready for Harvest
I was sad when I got home to see that the setup wasn’t the same, but it is clear that the silos are on the same property. The lush yellows of the fields were so brilliant and beautiful to look at as we sped by acres and acres of farmland. I love rice, so the look of it means so much more than just contrasting colors to me. Agriculture is one thing that we do really well in California. I am so blessed to live near an area where farming is revered and appreciated for all the goodness it yields us and the rest of the world. My favorite rice is Jasmine. What’s yours?
I am constantly amazed at the critters that grace my yard. They work very hard for their tiny bits of food. I am also inspired nearly every day at the beauty of the flowers and the lift that their colors give my spirit. This begonia reminds me of Santa Cruz and the begonia gardens that were once there. I’m surprised that we are successful at growing them here. It’s hot during the summer but when we find them a little shade they come up and look as if they are hoping they can live in that exact spot forever.
This swallowtail spent nearly all of its time hanging upside down via those spindly legs. It looked perfect but was quite challenging to get a proper photo of. I think a photo of the butterfly hanging this way is appropriate because that was how it was moving about the garden. I always enjoy finding preying mantis in the garden. They look so fierce and annoyed when you find them. I often wonder if they realize how small they are. I suppose they are quite large compared to an aphid. Fall will be here shortly; I can feel it in the air. I suppose those clever critters can feel the season changing too. I’m so blessed they are here and still attracted to this yard.
It doesn’t get much better than finding the scent of a favorite childhood treat in your own backyard. I can’t tell you how this Iris was acquired, and I am sure I did not pick it for its scent. It popped open last year for the first time and the scent was just like grape soda. I couldn’t wait for it to return again this year.
Grape Soda Bearded Iris
This next Iris reminds me of a walk along the cliffs near the Pacific Ocean and the little beauties that we found there one day. Iris’ come and go so rapidly that, if you don’t happen upon them, you might miss them altogether. This one grows in my front yard.
Pacific Coast Iris
Thank goodness that I failed to post this blog last week beacause we went to Bodega Bay last weekend and walked along the cliffs. We saw Gray Whales and lovely wild flowers and very near the end of our walk we came upon this little Iris, growing out amongst the weeds. There were very few of them left.
Wild Iris at Bodega Bay Headlands
At long last, I finally came upon some Water Iris’. We came around the corner in Vina, CA a couple of weekends ago and there was, what looked like, a sea of yellow. I jumped out of the car to snap a few photos. I asked the girl at New Clairveax Winery how long they would last that way. She said that she had never noticed them, in the last four years that she worked there, until someone brought them to her attention. I don’t know how one could miss them. They were amazing!
So there you have it. Seasons come and go. Even the season of the Iris’. Hope you didn’t miss them because you’ll have to wait almost a year to see them again.
It is a sure sign of Spring when very small people have opening day and head out to the T-ball fields with grand hopes of becoming the next great baseball star. It is a sure sign of Spring when the Magnolia’s are in brilliant bloom. It is a sure sign of Spring when the turkeys fan their feathers for hours upon hours.
It is a sure sign of Spring when my yard yields me gorgeous bouquets of flowers to brighten my home. Have you had a sure sign of Spring yet? It happens early in California and I look forward to the signs every year.
I must apologize lately for being so slow on writing this blog. I have been working on a book and just sent most of it off to the publishers today. It is such a relief and I can go out and enjoy my Springtime now.
I know it’s early, but I hope everyone reading this has a Splendid Thanksgiving. I know that these turkeys will have a Happy Thanksgiving running about the hills where I live. They are wild, free, and hanging with friends.
I’ve been noticing lately that there is a stillness about this season that I haven’t noticed before. It’s very hard to capture that feeling in a photo.
There’s been no swirling winds that knock the leaves off the branches. It’s just been incredibly still. I’m a little worried that we won’t get rain again this winter.
Turning Leaves in Bidwell Park
I went to Bidwell Park in Chico, California when I was visiting the other day, with the hope that the leaves would be colorful and falling from the trees. The leaves were just starting to turn and there were so many acorns that it seemed as if they were raining from the sky. The chatter in the trees was amazing to listen to as the acorns fell from above.
Little did I realize that all I needed to do was step outside into my own backyard to find a sight that I don’t usually see. We often have Swallowtail butterflies in the yard but seldom do you see a Monarch.
Resting in the Magnolia
So when I saw this, I grabbed my camera and waited……and chased……..and waited……and chased……and waited. This was a very shy butterfly.
Drinking from the Dahlia
My patience paid off and I can return to the calm that continues to surround this season.